What a monster. I think I have a grip on everything but that damn word. It hasn't been an easy thing to come by and yet I feen for it like an addict awaiting the next hit.
Don't know what to do about it. I scream to the Universe, "HELLO. I'm READY."
Gotta wait. Gotta wait. Gotta wait.
At the same time, there are suitors. There are those who would like my time and my attention but for whatever reason, something is off, not right. My Spirit says....not him even though....it looks right. Looks can be deceiving.
Then there are those who I have my eye on but their eye isn't on me. That always sucks. [best words I could find]. It sucks royally because you wonder why they can't see you, feel you, or what you. This is no disparate plea. Just an observation. Love me, love me not.
Calling out. I'm here. I'm ready. I'm waiting.
love love love